Chapter 4 Episode 4

Cage

To describe her as gorgeous would be a terrible understatement. Though I had come to find answers, I found myself being increasingly fascinated by everything she did and envious of everything she touched as I observed her from the shadows. I was curious to know what was going through her head and to experience her touch.

Upon her nude appearance from the closet, I found it extremely difficult to approach her and avoid touching her flawless porcelain skin. To keep my hands motionless, I squeezed them into fists.

She reached into the cupboard for a towel and moved toward a side door. I smelled water mixed with chlorine coming from that direction, so I figured she was going to swim. I trailed softly in her wake. She came close to catching me a few times. That she felt me observing her startled me. Most mortals had no idea.

Quietly, I took a seat in a dimly lit part of the room. She lost awareness of everything around her as soon as she stepped into the water, and the liquid complied with all of her requests.

Her physique was stunning. Her hips were exquisitely contoured, and she had lovely, full breasts. I pondered what she tasted like, and imagined my lips stroking her smooth, hairless skin. I anticipated her perfume there to be distinctive, given her lineage scent alone. I wanted to sink my teeth into her stiff nipples and grab her hips when I had finished sampling every mouthwatering inch of her naive body. I wondered what noises she would make if I gave her a hard push, and when she would finally shout my name. The question was not if but rather when she would yell my name.

I shook my head, attempting to get my thoughts under control. It was a very risky decision to start with me if she had never been touched by a man. I was filled with anxiety. 'Starting off' would never happen since that suggested a continuance, yet all she had was an ending. I hadn't merely arrived at the solutions.

She was going to perish at my hands tonight.

I shuddered. Furthermore, the fact that I felt uncomfortable about killing her confirmed my conclusion that she had to pass away. She was the most scary woman I had ever encountered. I just knew that she was, not what kind of threat she posed.

After swimming to her heart's content, she ascended the stairs and stood at the edge, wringing the water from her long hair. When she noticed me, her eyes widened with fright and she whipped her head in my way. That was a place of acknowledgment. She recognized me. The next moment, she let out a spine-tingling scream.

With haste, I rose up and uttered the command, "Be silent!" hypnotically.

She screamed nonstop.

How in the hell?

A sense of astonishment surged through me.

Could she not be forced?

My compulsion was felt by every mortal!

In a flash, I walked across the room and rounded behind her. To hold her immobile, I put my other arm around her waist and clamped one palm over her lips. When I unexpectedly gave her a hug, she sprang at the chance and gave me a fierce fight, kicking and biting me. I tried to comfort her by whispering in her ear, "Shh...I am not going to violate you," as I knew she was frightened of being raped, something I had no intention of doing. That is not how I would ever hurt you."

After several attempts, my words finally registered, and she fell silent in my arms. She remained tightly against my body as I cautiously moved my fingers away from her mouth and eased my hand down to rest on her neck.

"So, how are you going to harm me?" she growled.

She was far too observant to have noticed my choice of words. I remained silent. Rather, I said in a quiet voice, "Are you done screaming now?" In an attempt to calm her even more, I lightly stroked circles around her neck. "I want to talk with you."

"And you couldn't just give me a call?" she growled.

Hunching over, I said, "Your fire is bewitching, Dulce Tigru."

She yelled back, "Who the hell uses the word 'bewitching' and what the fuck is Dulce Tigru?"

My mouth dropped open in a chuckle I could not control. "Not to remind you, but you do have a strange man holding you, naked-and your complaints are my word choices?"

She balled her small hands into fists.

"Okay, okay...Dulce Tigru means ' sweet tiger' because you are most definitely that," I said as I lowered my head to her ear. Discard the term bewitching; instead, consider using the terms "fascinating or enchanting."

She gave me a little "Humph," but her body relaxed.

Her smell was so strong it was nearly overwhelming. I took a slow, deep breath, shocked by how strong it was. Was it the fact that she was nude? Perhaps it was more potent in her most unadulterated state. Perhaps it was simply some strange aphrodisiac, as I couldn't help but move my hands and gently caress the smooth skin around her neck and abdomen.

Her body responded to my touch, and there was a new aroma in the air-her arousal-to my complete surprise and pleasure.

Ick. I.

I gave a low growl, "Tigru, do you enjoy that? Would you mind if I touched your adorable little pussy? I'm going to need you to express your desire for it. Until you touch me, I won't touch you."

She gave a gasp, her breathing weak and erratic, her chest heaving. She wriggled in my arms, her arousal fragrance growing stronger.

I held out. Every second seemed to go on forever. I was really hoping she would say yes. I put additional pressure on her, running my fingers over her smooth, creamy skin, tracing from her tummy to her inner thigh, getting close but not hitting her pleasure spots, my fingertips offering her a tantalizing glimpse of what may be possible. I said in a rough, lust-filled voice, "Say it-tell me you want my touch." Dear Dulce Tigru, would you like to come? Is it the reason your body hurts so much?"

She arched her spine, tilted her small ass up, and pushed back against me, stroking it up and down my rock-solid erection. Considering that she was a virgin and inexperienced, I was startled. Hell on wheels! I suppressed a moan. I questioned whether she even recognized what she was doing. My dick pressed uncomfortably against my jeans' waistband; by this point, I was positive it had imprinted fangs from the zipper.

I was up for a little bump and grind if that was what she wanted. I took control of the action, making it rougher and harder, as I rocked into her, holding her hip tightly to keep her gorgeous ass where I wanted it. "Is this what you want?" I snarled. Would you like to experience how incredibly powerful you are?

"Oh-I..!" Her breathing quickened to a treble tempo and she let out a loud cry. There was a slight sheen of perspiration on her skin, and her body felt heated to the touch. In my arms, she shuddered. She paused for a while longer before letting out a faint groan, "Yes."

Lastly!

Eager to feel the searing inferno between her thighs, my right hand glided from her hip into her core. My fingers slid between her slippery folds. She felt amazing, so wet and hot and velvety, like fuck. At my contact, her body jerked and trembled more violently. "Shit!" she said beneath her breath. Ah, son of a-"

I kneaded her mound with my palm, pinching and tugging at her delicate skin till her voice cut off. I gently caressed her skin, threading my fingers around her mouth and through her lower lip, without ever forcing them inside and with extreme caution to avoid her clit. She wriggled and shifted her weight from foot to foot, pushing forward with her hips in an attempt to make me go deeper. I purred and laughed a sinister laugh, "Patience, my little tiger."

She grunted a little in exasperation. Amazingly cute.

My other hand discovered her full breasts. I curled her nipple, drawing it between my fingers, and gave her a squeeze, enjoying her softness. She curved, pressing my hand with her chest.

"Do you know how wet you are?" I said softly in her ear.

She took a short breath, "What? "I-no."

"You are fucking dripping for me." It was actuality. I hadn't even sunk my fingers into her yet before her smooth fluids almost coated my palm.

She let out a high-pitched whine from her throat. My teeth were throbbing as her heart raced, furiously pumping blood into her veins. I finally gave up waiting and inserted a finger. I closed my eyes and moaned, "You are so fucking tight."

"Cage!" she said, panting. Her limbs tightened around me.

Ick. I was driven insane by the sound of my name, tumbling off her delicious lips with ecstasy. I was hoping she would shout it. I inserted a second finger very softly. She was the tightest person I had ever felt, damn it. I took my time moving them in and out so her body could acclimate. She shook her hips against my fingers very quickly.

"Are you ready for more, Tigru?"

She responded with a mewl.

"Okay, hold on to me," I said, hoarse with need. She reached up and grasped the back of my neck with both hands. I kept caressing her breast, twisting and pulling at her tense, dark nipple. She curled her fingers around my fingers once more as a high-pitched wail came through her lips. Oh no.

I accelerated, but not too quickly. I was very cautious not to brush against her clit since I wanted this to last. "Do you like to feel my fingers inside you?"

Breathlessly, she murmured, "Yes...Yes, yes!" and leaned closer to my fingers. I curled my fingers slightly inside of her, increasing the intensity and angle. She started to speak more loudly, pleading with me to move more quickly and forcefully. I was eager to hear her voice when she arrived since she was getting so near. Her whole body jerked when my thumb landed on her clit, and she let out a loud cry, "Oh! There, exactly there!"

I drove my fingers in and out of her more quickly as my thumb made hard, quick circles. I moaned; this would have to do; all I wanted was to lay her down and finish with my tongue, soaking up her orgasm. Her body tensed, I noticed. "I'm going to make you come now...are you ready?"

She panted and nodded feverishly, unable to speak. I drove her body over the brink, and she splintered apart in my arms, screaming, "Cage!" My lips curved into a sinister grin. "Oh, yes, yess...fuck yesss!" is what I'm going to do.

Her muscles tensed, almost violently, around my fingers in a rhythmic manner. My already firm member twitched uncomfortably as she said my name carelessly from her lovely pink lips. Her climax was so intense and prolonged that I was taken aback. I believe I would give anything to be able to feel her approach my cock in that way.

I struggled to restrain my own impulses as I held her now lifeless and trembling body in my arms. She was not ready for me inside of her and now was absolutely not the moment. She appeared to be bearing her own weight once more after a brief while. I said, "Are you alright? Could you tolerate me letting you go?" I was hoping that our next chat would go more smoothly now that she was at ease.

I could not have made a worse mistake.

I let her go, and she whirled around to grab the frying pan from the adjacent table. With both hands raised as if it were a weapon in front of me, she waved it in the air and fiercely spat, "Why the fuck are you here?"

"So, rather than choose the towel to cover up, you chose the frying pan and want to fight me instead?" I grinned, raising my eyebrows in shock. I pondered whether she was aware of how absurd she appeared.

Her eyes narrowed erratically.

Seemingly not.

I stepped tentatively toward her.

She called out to me, swishing the frying pan back and forth. "Don't you come any closer!" I had to use all of my self-control not to laugh out loud.

Calmly, I said, "I want to talk with you."

"So you came in here like a fucking thief, took advantage of me, and spied? Nobody normally behaves that way! "What the hell is wrong with you? She growled.

I grimaced. I had had enough of this crap. "I think you are well aware now that I am far from normal," I hissed as I went forward. When I approached you from behind, do you recall seeing me go across the room? You don't, since vampires move too quickly for the human sight to follow."

She silently shook her head, rejecting what I had spoken. Her hands shook as the frying pan shook in the air. I persisted unrelentingly, "Yes, you're correct. You just encountered a vampire, and you cherished it." It was then that I recalled my former interest in her flavor. I kissed her release from my fingers carefully, her eyes big. It had been my fault. She had an amazing and delightful flavor. I want extra. B*tch.

"That isn't feasible," she at last squealed.

I took the final few feet to her after picking up her towel. She remained still as I took the frying pan from her and gave it to her hands.

"Get dressed," I gave the instruction. "We have much to discuss."